Girl Diarrhea Story Novels & Stories

Indianna looked across the room to the door that led to her ensuite and she cautiously rose from the bed, focusing on the door that was swaying slightly in her eyes. “Oh no,” Indianna whispered as her stomach churned and she scrambled to the bathroom, throwing herself onto the floor by the toilet. She gagged and seconds later the contents of the day’s lunch was sitting in the toilet bowl with a gasping Indianna clutching at the side of the toilet, gripping the seat tightly to hold herself up. She suddenly felt very weak and she groaned as she was sick again. After, she found herself lying back on the bathroom floor, feeling too weak to hold herself up. Her heavy eyes closed and it wasn’t lon

"Kieran, aren't you busy? Why did you come here? I can handle things here." Kieran glanced at his father, who was still sleeping with a pale face. "How is he?" "The doctor gave him a painkiller injection, and now he's asleep." Kieran then asked the two, "Why is Valerie crying?" Amelia sighed and explained the events of the afternoon, "After you bought the ice cream at noon, Dad got addicted to it. "He ate more ice cream than he should have, and in the evening, he developed acute gastroenteritis. "His stomach hurt so much that he couldn't eat, and he was retching and having diarrhea. He nearly passed out."

"Aahhh... Sshhh..." "I have diarrhea... I can't open the door," I continued, biting my lip. I couldn't stop the louder moans from escaping because Mr. Jefri’s manhood kept thrusting into my womb with such intense pressure. "Oh, alright then. I’ll go get you some oral rehydration salts. I’ll ask the cafeteria lady for help first..." Dita said, her tone sounding genuinely sincere.

She said, “Get some porridge. Holley bought it last night.” “Rice porridge?” I took a glance at the thermos. “Yes.” “No, I want meat. I want cake.” “Are you sick? You have gastroenteritis. You can only eat porridge.” Areiza rolled her eyes, “You nut! You said no when I asked you to eat some meat or cake. You said that it was easy for you to gain weight. So you go on a diet and can’t eat greasy or sweet food. But now it's what’s wrong with you. You have gastroenteritis, not meningitis. Are you out of your mind?”

She patted Sage's hand gently and said, "Why are you still so thin? You need to eat more!" "I've eaten quite a lot. Those food last night were all mine—" Sage stopped herself in mid-sentence. She wasn't sure how Linda would react if she found out she'd ordered those foods on purpose and caused Ian's enteritis. "It's okay," Linda said as if she could read her mind. "Ian said it was his own fault for wanting to have something that triggered his gastritis. He's had a sensitive stomach since he was young. It's not your fault that he didn't watch what he ate."

"Brielle drinks hers just fine. Why do you always have to be so difficult? It's only a few dollars a carton. Who do you think you are, having standards? You're just being picky! If you don't want it, then don't drink it!" Brielle would chime in from the side, smiling as she licked the milk from the corner of her mouth. "Aria, are you pretending to be sick because you don't want to go to school? This milk tastes perfectly fine to me. Mom specifically bought the high-calcium one." After that, I often suffered from diarrhea. The worst episode left me so dehydrated that I was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night for an IV. When the doctor asked if I had eaten something bad, Mom spok

then reached out her hand, trying to grab Cordelia’s. Cordelia let her take her hand, but there was no ripple in her heart. She looked at the school nurse. “How is Celia doing?” The school nurse sounded rather sharp. “What is wrong with you parents? You know your child has a sensitive stomach, yet you still let her eat so much greasy food?” Cordelia listened quietly. The school nurse continued, “It’s acute gastroenteritis. It isn’t too serious for now, but you still can’t take it lightly.

Mom got us the special high-calcium kind. However, I kept getting sick—really sick. Once, I got so dehydrated from diarrhea that I ended up in the hospital at midnight, hooked up to an IV. The doctor wondered if I had eaten something bad. "No! He's always had a weak stomach and never gains weight, no matter what he eats. It must be natural causes," Mom said. Lying in that hospital bed and watching Mom rush around, I felt so guilty. I thought my weak body was dragging the family down and wasting money.

He was smiling at her. “I had told Baby Garvey when he was older I would tell him how we all got together to defeat an evil king. The baby was growing and Rita and I were getting along like gangbusters. Rita and I shared stories about Joe, David, Danielle, and even old Lester. I told her some stories from Garvey’s, which she got a kick out of. One night . . . one night -” Jodi started gasping. “In and out – slowly, like the doctor told you, Kitten,” Billy soothed as he rubbed her back. He put his other hand over hers.

Then he had some issues in his gut, making him unable to pass out stool. After taking medicine and instructions from his mother, he was able to successfully attempt it. Like Joel had said about him being an expressive storyteller, he wore every expression he discussed and imitated every action he had done back then. Seeing him clenching his hands to gesture how hard he struggled to push out the stool, Nima was near dropping to the floor and laughing her heart out. “Please enough.” She managed to plead. “Are you okay?” Joel asked. “You are so shameless. You've ruined my makeup.” Nima complained after she managed to stop laughing.